While Edgar slept like a rock, Nassor lay awake, frustrated as the clock in the Frankensteins' living room struck Two o'clock in the morning. He didn't know whether it was because of his concern or just getting used to sleeping on the floor.

He quickly put aside the thought and rolled over, closing his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

All of a sudden, a small, warm hand rested itself on his shoulder.

Nassor sighed.

"I've woken you up haven't I?" He whispered.

"No..I've been awake for about ten minutes." Toshiaki whispered, shifting onto his back on the couch.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault."

"..I know…but I feel like this is."

"What is?"

Nassor rolled on to his stomach and turned his head towards Toshiaki

"This. Victor getting hit by the car. I knew he was afraid of going across the street, and I knew I should have crossed it with him, but I didn't. I had that nagging fear in the back of my head that he'd freeze, but I just stood there and didn't do anything until it was too late."

"Nassor, it wasn't your fault…It could have been an act of fate. Victor resurrected Sparky, this could be his punishment. Maybe he was meant to be hit by that car."

"How could you say that!?"

"I'm just trying to make sense of this situation myself…I don't really think like that.."

"I know you don't..I know you're different from…him.." Nassor refrained from mentioning Toshiaki's father, as he knew they were distant and that Toshiaki feared him.

"Just go back to sleep Toshiaki..I'll see if I can as well."

"Okay."

Finally as the clock read 4:53 in the morning, all three boys had been sleeping, though a bit uneasily, when Mr. Frankenstein had woken up and found that he couldn't seem to fall back asleep.

Ben shuffled into a pair of slippers and tiptoed down the stairs, trying as hard as he could not to wake up the boys. He made his way to the kitchen, quietly made himself a cup of coffee, and sat down at the table.

I can't go back to bed. He thought. Not when I know my son's in the hospital in who knows what condition.

He took a sip from his mug without thinking and grimaced at the taste. And certainly not after doing that. He quickly added a small spoonful of sugar to his drink.

"Wow, that was bad." Mr. Frankenstein slapped a hand over his mouth, sight shifting to the living room.

He sighed in relief, thankful that he hadn't woken the kids. That was really close. I've gotta think before I say something next time. Ben slumped down on the table, turning to look at the clock.

5:15 AM. I have an hour and forty-fi…forty-four minutes until I can go visit my son..oh joy. This is going to be the longest hour and forty-f…forty-three minutes of my life…

It was 6:00 AM exactly when Susan Frankenstein found her husband slumped over asleep at the kitchen table.

"Ben.." She sighed.

"You're gonna hurt your back if you keep doing that."

Mr. Frankenstein snapped awake.

"Huh? Oh…Sorry…Couldn't sleep last night…" He yawned.

"..So I came out here and I guess I dozed off."

"I see. You need to go get dressed, sweetie. We're going to the hospital in an hour."

"M'kay.."

Once again the six piled into the car, the boys in the back seat, Elsa sitting in front between Victor's parents, drove to the hospital, and waited in the reception area until they could go up and visit Victor.

The hallway outside his room seemed to have a surprisingly ominous aura.

"So…This is Room 347." Said Edgar as the group waited outside the door.

"So it seems my friend." Replied Toshiaki.

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